|| Author POV ||
Rosa reached her room. Lilia had treated her wound but the pain in her chest didn’t subside. She stood in front of the mirror and stared at the dried mud on her face.
She mentally palmed her face, how embarrassing. How humiliating!
But the memory of his eyes on her and his touch… it all came rushing back. The way his fingers had brushed her skin like she was something his.
He was her professor. Right?
He’d taken responsibility for her just because she had nowhere to go… that’s all it was.
And yet…
He didn’t act like any professor should.
That night…
That night he held her so close it felt like her heart would break.
As if they weren’t professor and student. As if they were something more.
He acted like he was jealous. She remembered the heat in his eyes. The way
